The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
Their eyes locked in a profound way, a wave of relief washing over her as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking more of his comforting warmth.
“You found me,” she whispered through their mind link, fully aware that her voice would be swallowed by the relentless wind.
"I'll always find you… in this world and the next," he vowed. "We have to get out of here, but I can't fly in this storm. You'll need to teleport us."
"Teleport?" She questioned, a mix of surprise and uncertainty in her voice.
"Yes, Visenya, you can teleport. You teleported me to a desert on the other side of the world, and I'm assuming that's how you ended up here. You can teleport us back home or anywhere